Of hospitals, appointments and all things summer

It was Tuesday and well planned.  Lee went to the hospital blueberry muffins made and with a determination that Kendra would eat.  Well, the eating didn't happen but there was improvement and a step forward to recovery so relief all around.  The infectious disease doctor was in and noted stability.  The surgeon has not indicated more surgery necessary at the moment so we may be finally turning a corner.  It will be six weeks of IV antibiotics but if it works, that is a small price to pay.  Lee had the call from the Fredericton hospital scheduling her Dad's biopsy.  It required several phone calls and negotiation but was moved forward a couple of days so that next week could be sorted.  It will be three days of driving followed by two days of flying but will work.  Ken had a day in his gardens with time out to do a little mowing.  He did the kennel (Tom finally had a day off) and was a busy as Our Ken manages to keep himself.  There were pauses for muffins, a lunch that was made and left covered had disappeared by the time Lee got home and dinner - late though it was - was appreciated.  The swallows are coming and going with swallow abandon.  The little ones are flying - although as Ken notes, they don't have much technique yet - and return to the nest each night so that the parents can feed them.  This is a smart little bunch of fliers who pile into that nest that doesn't fit any longer.  As long as they can fit into the nest, Mom and Dad swallow bring food.  They all get that.  We're pretty sure that there is only about one wingtip actually in the nest but Mom and Dad comply anyway.  Gotta love parents.  Chantelle had the night out with Scout's agility class.  From all reports, it went reasonably well although we didn't hear that from Brenda so perhaps have received a slightly biased account. 

The kennel is doing well.  Roddi is up to twice a day on the potion and is truly appreciative.  Ruari has called for an Ombudsman.  Tiger and Pippa are managing the yard, looking after all that two Welsh can look after.  Heaven help the rest because the Welsh rules are pretty darned specific and are being shared.  Ruff is managing his yard on his own because his pal Kloe departed - much to his disgust.  Ken bonded with Nancy, Kloe's owner, and was singing her praises on Lee's return.  Rozzie is thriving, enjoying her space and chasing birds flying overhead.  She approves of the country life, mentioned that she intends to ask her owners for a new house just like this one and is pretty sure they will get it for her because she always gets what she wants!

The house dogs continue to do well and looked after the yards while Ken worked.  Charlotte has heard a rumour that Tim is returning so spent the day with the air conditioner getting herself ready for a day of running and playing.  Charlotte is not young and really isn't up to that level and length of play but nobody has mentioned that to her lately and she thinks Tim is the best thing ever! 

Dinner was grilled steak from across the road, new potatoes that Ken dug just at dinnertime, beet greens from the garden and fresh fruit.  Life is not bad in the meal department.